in a one man spaceship plunging towards the event horizon of a black hole with a large supply of good music and lots of room to dance around. so i could be singing "everlong" as my final seconds stretch to the end of eons

I would like to die peacefully in a natural setting such as the forest. Why let all the creepy crawlies have exclusive rights to my decomposing body, at least my body would be used for something good like feeding animals.

I want to be an old man, of course, and have it take place during the day in the summer while I'm in my living room or den. I want the windows to be open and a breeze blowing in while I heard kids playing outside.

You said if we could choose, not that we must choose. Does that mean we have the option of not choosing at all? That's the one I'd take: surprise me. While it's tempting to pick a nice, painless method of dying, by naming the time you run the risk of choosing the exact wrong moment for the end of your life. What if you pick a day, not knowing that the very next day you would have had a brilliant and revolutionary idea that would benefit all of mankind, enrich your family, and immortalize your name? Now that would bite.

im not really worried about it. The only thing i dont want is a painful death. Other than that i dont reallly care. Life is too short to worry about such things. Its going to happen to everyone. When and how is not important, just as long as we enjoy the life that we are living until the end.

Standing before a dart board with a half drank Guinness on the table beside me. I shoot my final dart into in the final leg of a championship match and the dart lands successfully in its proper destination for the win. Then, that is when, at that moment.

Gracefuly lowered into a crevase (crack in a glacier). The crevase would then seal up entombing me in ice.

I've pulled a guy out of a freezing creek (glacier run off) we had been daring ourselves as to who could stay in longer. He forgot to leave and by the time I returned to pull him out he didn't want to. Freezing to death, so long as it happens quickly isn't unpleasant after the initial chill.

In Northern Wales, I think of it often, well, not nearly so much now. But in a cottage - one room. With a fire,a kettle of tea, and rain, lots and lots of rain. And bit by bit, ever so slowly, I get colder and colder, but its not uncomfortable, and greener and greener, and the cottage fades, and the darkness rises, and it deeps raining, and keeps getting greener. and then peace.

Soon, very soon, suddenly and quickly like with a heartattack. I'm tired of life and have nothing to look forward to except to continue watching my dreams crumble excruciatingly before me. It turns out my wounds are much bigger than my talents and they have succeeded in deliciously demolishing them like a holiday banquet. The wounds expand as they lick their ugly chops and rub their swollen abdomens, burping to make room for more of what could have been my happy, meaningful, fullfilled life.

I would be free falling from a plane with no parachute while simultaneous orgasming and rocking my favorite music. And somehow i would be saving the world by doing this. Also i would be strapped with several hundred pounds of explosives and fireworks that would mark the end of my life with the proverbial BANG